Two new verses, authored on the bus.
Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:34 am
Hi, haven't posted in a while, been busy at work. 
But on my way to and from work, my mind often works on the odd line or phrase that I come up with.
Here are some results from two such journeys:
I'll add a small ditty, authored whilst doing chores in the neighborhood:
You MIGHT notice some phrasings and influences from Leonard.
Cheers,
Axel.
But on my way to and from work, my mind often works on the odd line or phrase that I come up with.
Here are some results from two such journeys:
He goes the way of sorrow
To elude the items in his sight
And beneath the plight he coils,
He boils with passion and every poison he knows
It is his right to rage
Because he is in the end our deliverer
And besides he speaks the truth
About the troubles we face and the tears we shed
So begins the struggle for that which we claim
In the name of parents, children, and he himself.
To stagger on towards stagnation
I am The blurred Presence you recall.
As You relive your mornings of glory, I am The smudged spot that thwarts the pleasure of remembering and spoils the joy of the moment.
For such is the nature of my existence, I am only recorded as a black hole that brings that chill into your reveries.
You cannot see me, and you cannot hear the words I speak, and you do not know who or what I am.
But You know that I am here.
I'll add a small ditty, authored whilst doing chores in the neighborhood:
Awake
Arise, you dormant heart
You are summoned by beauty once again
The lesser loyalties depart
And neither race nor creed shall remain
You MIGHT notice some phrasings and influences from Leonard.
Cheers,
Axel.